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 Sept 5th, 2024


But sometimes, it's just nice to write into the void. I have no way of knowing if you read these or just delete them or they're going to some defunct email address left over from a couple lifetimes ago. Sometimes I just need an idea to write to though. A ghost, to listen to my whispers, if you will. Sometimes I just need to write and since you never reply this seems like the best one to do so to.


I'm 49 now. It's weird. I don't feel 49 but at the same time I do (what does 'feeling 49' feel like? Questions). Well, my body certainly does. I bought a pair of shoes with a 3" lift. For no reason. I'm literally 6'3. Did I need to feel 6'6? Likely not, yet here I am. They are comfortable shoes though. Noone bothers to stare. Did I do it for that? Maybe.

I live up on top of a mountain in North Georgia. BFE to the elevated extreme. There are a number of bears here and not the burly gay kind that want to buy you a spritzer. I'm assuming they do that, I don't actually know. Still, it's nice, for the most part. You know where I grew up so it's pretty normal to me but I started a TikTok (I know, I'm in IT, I know. I just did) to catalogue it and people seem to like it. It's so very odd. Bears. What the heck. Working remote can feel like a prison at times though. A beautiful green prison. I would say I miss people but I actually don't. I guess I just miss new walls, every now and then.

I think I want to go west eventually. I can see myself as that long haired weirdo selling painted rocks outside of some beat up old camper in Slab City. The heat would suck but the sunsets wouldn't. I could tell the random visitors about this random ass life I've lived and how you sometimes get over things and sometimes you just deify them in your mind. Either way, they end up a story I suppose. And every good story ends in a song.

I hope you're well. I hope your daughter is living her best life and I hope you have a happy life with your husband. You deserve those things. It makes me smile thinking that you've settled into middle age with a hint of rebellion. You were always the wild child. Sort of. I hope your sisters and your extended family are OK as well. They were always kind to me a million years ago. I hope your mom is doing well and, ironically, your dad as well. He never liked me. I can't blame him really. I once told him I liked Geoff Bodine. Who TF does that to an Earnhardt fan? This guy. Ugh. I wasn't even a Geoff Bodine fan. I was a Ricky Rudd fan. Christ almighty.

I haven't been back home in quite a while. I'm not sure why. It's going on 5 years. I was always the black sheep.

Sometimes I want to drive, though. Far, far away from here. I want to roll the windows down and flip a stick for the destination. It just feels wrong not to want to do that. Maybe I will, one day. Maybe I will. Stranger tides have washed in.

Anyway, I'll hush. I just wanted to write and say Hello and ramble on a little bit.

Be good, Red. Talk hard.

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